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Post by ϟ Sirius Black Fan 4 Everϟ on Jul 25, 2009 18:42:27 GMT -8
Come Back To Me
O do not judge me when the trees are bare, When the wind is shrill and frost is in the air The sheltered vale within the woodland said Come back to me when I am garbed in green When Springtime regins again a fairy queen When I can wear my lacy grown with pride And sweet arbutus open their petals wide Come back to me when clear my brooklets sing When I my vaunted beauty gaily fling Come bakc to me when I am freshly drest With myriad floral sprays upon my breast When rising stately from their mossy beds The lady slippers bow their graceful heads When violets and clintonia spread around Their cheerful colors o'er the fertile ground Come back to me when Maytime skies are blue And I wilil be a hostess fair to you Come back to me when warm the western breeze Sighs liltingly throughout my greening trees Come back when robin song is in the air When Maytime sun is shining bright and fair Come back to me when joy is on the wing And join the happy chorus of the Spring
By Russell B. Zinack
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Post by ϟ Sirius Black Fan 4 Everϟ on Jul 25, 2009 18:47:29 GMT -8
Points Of View
The earth ws parched and dry There came a welcome rain When morning came the faded world Seemed fresh and new again The optimist arose He viewed the world with glee "Just look at the my zinnias They've grown a foot!" quote he. The pessimist looked out His long face longer grew "That all-night rain sure helped the weeds." And a gusty sigh he blew The optimist when out He got his rake and hoe He pulled the weeds and threw them away To let his flowers grow, And so it is with Life, There are weeds and flowers too And whcih predominates depends Much on one's point of view.
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Post by ϟ Sirius Black Fan 4 Everϟ on Jul 25, 2009 18:54:48 GMT -8
O Brother Man
O brother man, fold to thy heart thy Brother When pity dwells, the peace of God is there; To worship rightly is to love each other. Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer. Follow with reverent steps the great example Of Him whose holy work was dong good; So shall the wide earth seem our Father's temple, Each loving life a psalm of gratitude, Then shall all shackles fall; the stormy clangor Of wild war-music o'er the earth shall cease; Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger, And in it's ashes paint the treeof peace.
By John Greenleaf Whittier
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Post by ϟ Sirius Black Fan 4 Everϟ on Jul 25, 2009 18:59:25 GMT -8
Daisies
At evening wen I go to bed Isee the stars shine overhead; They are the little daises white That dot the meadow of night. And often while I'm dreaming so, Across the sky the moon will go; It's a lady, sweet and fair, For, when at morning I arise There's not a star left in the skies; She's picked them all and dropped them down Into the meadows of the town.
By Frank Dempster Sherman
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Post by ϟ Sirius Black Fan 4 Everϟ on Jul 25, 2009 19:02:56 GMT -8
Just Once
But once I pass this wya, And then... and ten The silent door swings on it's hinges------ Opens, closes....and no more I pass this way So, whil I may Wll all my might I will eassy Sweet comfort and delight To all I meet upon the Pilgrim way, For no man travels twice the Great Highway That winds through darkness up to tthe light Through night, today.
By John Oxenham
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Post by ϟ Sirius Black Fan 4 Everϟ on Jul 25, 2009 19:05:46 GMT -8
The Crowds
The crowds looked for a king who wore a crown The Kings of Kings wlaked down their village street---- A humble man who wore seamless robe And dusty sandals on His weary feet. The crowds were looking for Messiah's day And restiution for the nation's loss, How sad, that ma looked and only saw A carpenter nailed to the center corss.
By J. Barber Bradford
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Post by ϟ Sirius Black Fan 4 Everϟ on Aug 7, 2009 12:53:58 GMT -8
Autumn Air
Today the autumn air was honed and thin, The ivy vine was scarlet overlaid With patterned gold, I bought the peppers in. Globes of polished ruby, tinged with jade. Then at dusk, I heard the wild geese pass Though the sky was too dark to see This morning frost lay white upon the grass And there was gold-leaf on the maple tree By these signs we put the long years by, When thoughts are gentle sheep with the fold, When unseen music, haunts the darkened sky And quiet days are fallen leaves of gold.
Alma Robinson Highee in Christian Sciene Monitor.
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Post by ϟ Sirius Black Fan 4 Everϟ on Aug 7, 2009 12:57:30 GMT -8
Misunderstood
"Nobody understands me." - what a silly thing to say When your face, your actions and your ways show clearly day by day Whom you love and how much you give And what are the standards by which you live, Don't worry of no one can read you mind And see all the thoughts and hopes that find A place in your heart - don't fret, don't complain All of us feel-- some days--just that same!
From Home and Country
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